Done With Apple Picking

Robert Frost, as you may know, is one of my favorite American poets. He writes one, "After Apple-Picking," in which he describes the weariness of a man who has picked apples all day. Frost writes, "there may be two or three/Apples I didn't pick upon some bough. But I am done with apple-picking now." How refreshing. He knows when he's done and stops to rest. This is a time when folk graduate from high school, college, vo-techs. Everyone asks these folk what they're gonna do next. Well there may be something left to do. But just now, rest. Receive congratulations. Be done for the moment. Grace and peace